Blue eyes won’t cease to shine,
Blonde hair will never fade,
No foe, howe’er malign,
Will break the Viking’s blade.
Asgard will never fall
To servants of the dark,
However low they crawl,
However loud they nark.
For there’s existing still
A purpose strong and bright,
A forcefulness of will,
Of Anglo-Saxon might.
A flame that’s burned within
The breast, since time began,
Of Scotsman, German, Finn,
And every Nordic man.
[The above was first published in A Purpose Strong And Bright]
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